She's purple. She flies. She's the future queen.

Regenerated warlock Nathaniel intends to spend the next hundred years like he spent the previous hundred. His dedication to his work requires that he not get bogged down in the demands of the flesh, especially not flesh that has purple hair and a snarky attitude.

Following Princess Leelu into the land of fairies wasn't in his plans yet here he is. He needs to get out of here now. Goddess knows, the rhyming trolls are enough to send him over the edge into madness.

And why does everyone keep thinking he's their fairy king? No, on second thought... he'd just as soon not know.

Unfortunately, the trolls aren't letting him forget. "Run from this you cannot. A king Leelu needed—a king she got."